Sad news Tuesday, as you surely know by now. Phil Rizzuto passed away late Monday night at the age of 89.
Some of you will remember "The Scooter" most for his brilliant play as the Yankees shortstop, while others know only his hilarious persona as a Yankees broadcaster; I'm in the latter group. But when I heard about Rizzuto's death on Tuesday, I immediately reached out to two people _ one a personal contact, one a professional one _ who could shed light on the sort of man Rizzuto really was.
Scott Wilson is an editor at foxsports.com. He and I grew up as next-door neighbors in Edison, New Jersey. In early 1979, prior to spring training, my father's boss was involved in a Harlem Wizards charity game that would feature several big-name guests, among them Yankees players Chris Chambliss and Mickey Rivers, and Rizzuto, too. But Rizzuto needed a ride to the event, which was in Brooklyn, I believe. So Scott's dad, Jerry, agreed to pick up Rizzuto in Hillside, NJ, about 25 minutes from Edison, and take him to the venue, along with Scott's mom, Karen, and younger brother, Keith.
Here's what Scott recalls:
We pulled up to the Rizzuto home in Hillside, N.J. Our dad decided it'd be funny if he sent Keith and I up to the door to ring the bell alone. So we rang the door, and Phil answered, greeted us, invited us in and closed the door behind us. Of course, Mom and Dad quickly came to join us, and he took us into his trophy room. It was about 28 years ago, so I don't remember the details, but there was a lot of hardware in a glass case -- World Series and MVP trophies, milestone baseballs, gloves... Very impressive. We took pictures with him outside his house, too. Phil couldn't have been nicer.
So we eventually leave to take him to Brooklyn for the charity basketball game. We pile into our faded yellow Chevy Caprice Classic, letting Phil ride shotgun with Dad while Mom squeezed into the back seat with Keith and me. Dad and Phil were talking the whole time...about that area of Jersey (Dad grew up in nearby Newark)...about baseball...about other stuff I can't recall.
The most vivid memory of the ride to the game is arriving at the toll booth for the Verrazano Bridge. Phil took a look at the price of the toll and said, "Holy cow! The toll is that high now?!" Mom squeezed my arm, as if to say, "Oh my God! Phil Rizzuto said, 'Holy cow!' in our car!"
From that day on, whenever we heard Phil's voice during a game or saw him on a Money Store commercial, we jokingly called him "Uncle Phil."
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Mike Vassallo is the director of media relations for the
Brewers. I got to know him when he worked for the Yankees' media relations department in the late '90s. Here is his Scooter story:
In June of 1995, I was working a summer job at Pfizer, going into my junior year as a broadcasting major at SUNY Oswego. One night, I had tickets to a Yankees game and was fortunate enough to meet Phil Rizzuto through a gentleman named Andy, who worked days at Pfizer and nights at Yankee Stadium, greeting people outside the elevator near the Yankee offices. On this night, I expected nothing more than to meet Phil Rizzuto, get him to sign my baseball and watch the game with my friend who was meeting me at the ballpark. Little did I know that I would be in the right place at the right time and have my career take off.
Upon signing my baseball, Phil proceeded to say to Andy, “My assistant never shows up anymore. I think I’m gonna have to get a new one.” Within half a second, I reacted like a kid in school with my arm straight up in the air saying, “I’ll do it for free!” After some coaxing from Andy, Phil agreed to bring me on board. For the rest of the summer, I was Phil’s assistant in the booth whenever the Yankees were on WPIX. I would do small things like getting his coffee and canolis, keeping score for him during the innings he didn’t announce and helping to organize his autograph sessions in the back of the pressbox before the games.
When I returned to Oswego after the summer, I updated my resume with a bullet point that remains there to this day, “Personal assistant to Phil Rizzuto, July-August, 1995.” This led to an internship with the Yankees in the media relations department in 1997, and then a full-time job. I left the Yankees after the 1999 season and became Assistant Director of Media Relations for the Cincinnati Reds (1999-06) and then Director of Media Relations for the Milwaukee Brewers (2006-current).
When I learned of Phil’s passing, it really didn’t hit me until I started to think about the great things that I have experienced in my 11 years in baseball, and all of the wonderful friends I’ve made in this game. Without Phil Rizzuto giving me a chance as nothing more than a fan in 1995, this would not have been possible. Phil was a great man. What you saw on TV all of those years was the same man you saw outside the booth. Every year, when we would exchange Christmas cards, I would thank him again for what he did for me. I want to take this opportunity to thank him one more time.
You will be missed, Scooter!
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In one case, Phil Rizzuto spent about an hour with four people and left them, simply, with smiles and warm feelings. In the other, he gave a young man a career. This is the kind of guy The Scooter was. The length of your interaction with him didn't seem to matter, because he made everyone he encountered feel special.